Splash! went the freshly thrown-in bait.
“I don’t like sleeping in the middle of the day,” said Rob as he took a fresh hold of his line.
“Wait a bit, my lad, and you’ll like getting a snooze on there when you can get a chance. And so you’re a bit disappynted in the country, are you?”
“Yes, but it’s been getting better the last few days.”
“Yes,” said Shaddy, “ever so much; and as soon as you get used to it you’ll say it’s the beautifullest place in the world.”
Rob turned to him quickly, his irritation passing away.
“Yes, it is getting beautiful,” he said; “the trees all along that side are very grand.”
“Ah,” said Shaddy, replacing the great sheath-knife with which he had been cutting up his tobacco in his belt, “and it’s bigger and wilder when we get higher up. I don’t wonder at their calling it the Grand Chaco.”
“The trees are wonderful,” said Rob softly as he gazed at the great wall of verdure.
“And it’s wonderfuller inside as you go on and up the little rivers or creeks. Just you wait a bit, my lad, and you’ll see. I can show you things as’ll open your eyes. You won’t think the place dull.”